The expressions on everyone's faces grew increasingly grim, their anger suppressed, unable to voice it.
"Ah, if I had known it would end like this, I wouldn't have come..."
An elderly man with white hair sighed mournfully, walked forward with a look of desolation, and threw the storage bag from his waist to the ground, then moved to the side.
Seeing this, the others completely abandoned their thoughts of resistance and surrendered en masse.
Shortly, Wang Xiao stood up, staggered out of the large pit, looked up at the man with a beard and respectfully clasped his hands: "I am Wang Xiao, my ancestor was 'Wang Kuidu' of the Divine Star Sect. I wonder if Fellow Daoist has heard of him?"
The man with a beard sneered coldly: "So what, if I recognized your ancestor, do you think I would show you mercy?"
Wang Xiao hurriedly bowed his head and said respectfully: "I wouldn't dare, I'm just here seeking family, only hoping to quickly learn of my ancestor's fate."
